Senior year s h u f f l e s her way closer
She bears promise,
Yet she intimidates me
Knowing she lurks & smirks within the shadows of the calendar
Is enough to send a small stream of prickles & tickles over my arms
Excitement. And nervousness.
She continues to gnaw at my brain like a trite Nickleback ballad cemented into my head
Planning for her arrival consumes my spare time
Scheduling appointments, setting dates, composing applications
The thing about senior year: she BULLIES me,
Causes me to feel like a coward
But honestly, she is not the worst
It's what comes next...
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